Monster.

Secret Hideout - 5.

Where was he taking me....?

I found myself woken up on a cold hard floor. When I opened my eyes I see his face but his eyes were bloodshot red and had a faked smile trying to show his sympathy. I hate him so much.

I keep staring at him waiting to say something. He just looks at me in disgust in his eyes so I can sense something was up.

Before I could open my mouth to say something he said, "Welcome to your new home." He had a smirk on his face. If there were to be an antonym that was for the word love that was deeper than hate, his face would show up in the dictionary. I just can't believe someone could be so deceiving and delusional. How can someone give you the world, give you so much love, then take it all away....then treat you as if you're not deserving of living?

And honestly, I just let him get to me....

I mean, I know I am strong. I could've killed myself or let him kill me a long time ago but he knows how to make me feel worthless. I know deep inside that I am someone, and I matter to someone, but he doesn't make me feel that. I feel the opposite from him and it's hard when he's constantly reminding you of how horrific you are to him when you've done nothing wrong.

But hey, that's how life is. It throws you curve balls and sometimes you dodge them or they hit you in the face. In my case, it's both. That man is throwing way too many dodgeballs at me. As of now, I'm trying to keep up...

I felt a cold shiver throughout my entire body. His fingers touched me and signaled for me to look up somewhere. He pointed at a rusty old, torn up, rectangle-shaped piece of wood in the corner.

"That's your new bed," he said. "And it's all yours because I have my own and because I was being generous, I gave you that since it's better than the floor." His voice when he said that, it sounded so empty. He had no life in him, he was way too dry. Maybe because he was too busy sucking the life out of mine.

I just stare at the the thing he called a "bed" in the corner. What in the world is this?

"Oh yeah, by the way, there's your food too. Enjoy, bitch." The words came out of his mouth so dry, but when it came to cussing me out, he just loved to put his heart into that. The heart that he doesn't have, that is. As I'm staring at what looks to be dog food, shit, spit, and rats mixed together... I want to vomit. I get up and run before the vomit catches up to me and I just vomit right there on the floor. My vomit was all liquid since I haven't ate....neither will I eat.

I have nothing to do now. I decided to just look around. Where could we possibly be? It looks like we're in a broken down cabin house in the middle of nowhere ... there was so much trees and grass outside, but it wasn't pretty. The trees were outgrowing their shape and the grass was way too tall and weeds were taking over. You can obviously tell that no one had been here in a long time, and Brandon made sure of that so no one can find us.

The cabin house piece-of-shit we were in looked horrible, too. At least, my side did. We were in different sides of the cabin and a door separated both sides but Brandon made sure to keep it cracked so he could see me.

"Dumb bastard," I mumbled to myself.

I observe the little details in this cabin. There's a box next to the dog food piece of shit. I get up and tip-toe slowly so he doesn't hear me. As I get the box, I open it.

I see pictures, dozens of pictures, of women......